The messages no longer arrive
With a straight font
How can I read them with letters
Almost legible and fleeting?
I thought my computer was honourable
That it wouldn't bring anything bad...
And the precious emails
Their purpose was to cultivate virtue
Perhaps luck is against me
Or have substitutes stolen my love?
I was never unhappy
I was among the first
So why has my love become
An obstacle without any other obstacle?!
And why does my writing
Shatter like liquids?!
You didn't betray me... no, by God!
It was the means that betrayed me.
She was the voice, and we were
above the dreams of tribes.
She never said "my love,"
but the heart spoke.
So that the word might return as a sun,
She made all matters easy.
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